 
First Snowfall
Esther Kem Thomas
I knew it would be white; I knew
It would be soft and still;
I knew it would lie mounded here
Upon my window sill...
Excited snowflakes settle
Themselves beneath my feet -
The way I walk transforms itself
Into a magic street,
Where earth and sky and in-between
Become an artist's hall...
Whose shifting canvases portray
The winter's first snowfall!
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